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A Wizards Wise Words
A/N: Thanks go to NelStar7, once again for proofing and correcting this story, she’s been a tremendous help! This is an updated chapter, it’s been completely revised and revamped, so I hope you enjoy the new chappie and to all the new readers I hope you are enjoying the story. Chapter 7 should be finished this week so look out for it! Read, Review and Rate as always!
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Affliction
Chapter Four: A Wizards Wise Words
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An hour later found Hermione Granger in stolen healer robes, looking into an old local tavern, called the ‘Little Dipper’. Her stomach growled as the delicious aroma of sausages and eggs filled the air around her.
She realized then that she hadn’t eaten anything in a little over two days, she watched as an older waitress placed a platter of food before a young couple.
The couple looked so young, they had to be fresh out of Hogwarts, but even with their youth, one could tell they were hopelessly in love. It just proved that love knows no age; love doesn’t wait for you to grow up, it merely takes your heart and wraps it up in illusions.
She watched as the couple shared gentle touches, and private smiles, lost in their own little world, and she realized that she and Ron never had that at their age. They had a war, which they happened to be right in the middle of and Hermione wasn’t naïve enough to discount that the war caused them to seek comfort in each other.
They also had the title of the golden trio; Harry Potter’s best friends, everyone expected Ron and her to marry, and they did. Too many expectations were pushed on them at such a young age, but she took them in stride. She didn’t want expectations; she wanted to be hopelessly in love and with Ron, she thought she had been.
She felt a few tears blaze a trail down her cheeks but she didn’t bother to wipe them. The wind picked up around her, but she didn’t bother to pull her coat tighter, all she could do was gaze in at the couple now feeding each other, she didn’t even feel the hand resting on her shoulder.
“Excuse me miss?” Hermione jumped, not realizing how close this person was to her.
“I’m sorry to startle you, but are you alright?” Said an older wizard, she smiled and nodded, trying to wipe the remaining tears away.
He reached in his cloak pocket and handed her an old tattered handkerchief, “Here you are miss, a beauty like yourself shouldn’t be crying,” he smiled.
She took the handkerchief and gave him a small watery smile, “Thank you.” He pulled her gently over to a nearby bench and sat down, “Now tell me miss, what has gotten you so down?”
Hermione stared unblinkingly at the older wizard; she didn’t know him and found it strange that he would try to comfort a complete stranger. He looked familiar to her, however; although she was sure that she had never seen a head full of curly grey hair like his before in her life, his nose was much too small for his face and his strong jaw seemed to draw attention to the deep scar running from the edge of his jaw to his neck.
But what drew familiarity from him were his eyes, his warm honey eyes rimmed with shades of violet, blue and grey. She knew she had seen them somewhere before, maybe in a dream or maybe in a painting, she didn’t know.
What she did know was his eyes; those eyes filled with so much knowledge, relaxed her and made her feel younger and at ease.
The ease she felt around him was rare to her, she hadn’t felt this relaxed and calm since she was a little girl and all of this from the familiarity of his eyes.
She suddenly wanted to know this man and for him to know her but she felt as if she already knew him, but from where?
She shook her head knocking her thoughts back into the deep and dark crevices of her mind, “I don’t want to bore you with my depressing story, but thank you for the handkerchief,” she held out the handkerchief for him to take, but this time he shook his head.
“No you keep it, but I wonder why you would think I would bore, it looks to me that you need a friend right now, I know how it feels to be lonely,” the older man gave her a gentle smile of encouragement.
She started to twist the handkerchief in her lap, questioning if she should really tell him. In the end she figured that she really did need a friend, and since he didn’t know her, he couldn’t really judge her. She’d just tell him the short version.
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“What the do you mean, you can’t locate her.” Blaise growled.
The Healer tried not to shy away from the very enraged young man, but as the conversation continued he was finding it very hard not to make a dash for his office.
“You have my sincerest apologies Mr. Zabini, the medi-witch that was assigned to keep track of Mrs. Hermione Weasley will be talked to, and disciplined as the head of her department sees fit.”
“So let me get this straight,” Blaise said while slowly advancing on the feeble healer in front of him, “You are going to TALK to this medi-witch and then her department head will discipline her?” Blaise was not amused, in fact far from it, after the amount of money his family donated to this hospice after the war for rebuilding, an apology and a slap on the wrist was not enough for losing his best friend.
“She was on suicide watch! I don’t want the brainless watch dog twit of yours to be ‘spoken to’; I want Hermione Weasley found now!”
The healer put his hands in his pocket to stop them from trembling, “I understand, Mr. Zabini, but right now all we can do is alert the authorities of a missing person.”
“You go and alert these, so called authorities. And every witch. Wizard. Healer. Medi-wizard. Patient. And the guest of each patient in this hospital of the search, I want everyone in this building whom can stand, walk, hop, crawl or roll looking for Hermione Weasley, or I’ll tie this place up in so much legal tape you won’t be able to diagnose a cold without the Wizengamot. On. Your. Di-.”
“Sir, that’s not possible, we have other patients whom are very sick as well, we are short staffed as it is, we can’t risk our healers for a search,” the healer sputtered.
Draco decided to step in; Blaise had called him as soon as he got back to find Granger AWOL. He and Granger may not have been friends, but he saw how protective Blaise was over the girl, and decided to be there to keep Blaise in-check and out of Azkaban, he could already see Blaise was very close to killing the poor guy, the poor healer was already close to tears, he decided then to speed up the process so they could get the hell out of there.
“Look Healer… whatever your name is, I don’t think you understand the magnitude of this situation, you guys have lost a patient on suicide watch, Hermione Weasley, other known as Hermione ‘Golden girl’ Granger, best friend of Harry Potter, wife of Ronald Weasley, war hero that had a hand in the defeat of the dark lord, also best friend of the guy whose money rebuilt half of this hospital, Blaise Zabini, and I’m Draco Malfoy no need for further introductions,” he said with an-oh-so-superior smirk.
The ill-fated fated healer’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head, he knew that she was a friend of the Zabini’s, however he didn’t know this Hermione Weasley was the one and only Hermione Granger, and with the names of Malfoy, Zabini and Harry Potter protecting her, he knew that this situation was far from good. With his mind made up, he toddled back towards his office, retrieved his things and tacked up a letter of his resignation to the door. He always wanted to visit Bora-Bora, now he would get to live there.
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“I just can’t believe he would do this to me, you know? Just when I thought my life was coming together, it was really just starting to fall apart.” Hermione sobbed. “He hurt me so bad,” she breathed, “I just wish I never met him.”
Hermione ran her finger through her hair, completely at a loss. She didn’t know what to think anymore, she was just tired of the pain and it did not help one bit that her traitorous mind kept reminding her that this was only the beginning.
“Sometimes the memories are worth the pain, Hermione.” He reminded her, “If you never met him you would be missing out on so much.”
Hermione sighed defeated, “I know, you’re right. It just that each move I made in his direction just paved my way faster to disaster.”
The older wizard, she recently came to know as Ignatio Whitehorn, sighed and nodded his head in understanding, it was such a shame that this young intelligent witch, had to go through this. He knew how she felt, he went through something quite similar in his day, but it ended up in his beloved’s death and his everlasting heart ache.
“What you must understand Hermione, is that war changes people, after war, your childhood friends can turn into a distant acquaintance and prior distant acquaintances can turn into blooming friendships.”
Hermione shook her head, “You don’t understand Ron, Harry and I made a vow to be best friends forever…. we’re our own family, I mean we were our own family” she finished weakly.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, and I’m not exactly saying that this is what happened to you, I’m merely saying that this… Ron guy… maybe isn’t the person he was when you fell in love with anymore.”
Hermione snorted, “There is no maybe, he’s definitely not the same guy.”
Ignatio stood up to leave, “Well, then maybe, you aren’t the same gal. Maybe you should take some time to find out what this new Hermione likes and dislikes, and in time you might actually end up liking her.” And with those parting words he offered a small smile a friendly nod of the head and walked away, leaving the brightest witch of her age to contemplate his words.
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“Blaise you have to calm down, blowing up St. Mungo’s isn’t going to find Granger.” Draco had been watching Blaise pace the corridors of ward forty-nine for over an hour. After the first ten minutes of pacing and talking to himself, Draco started to wonder if he should go ahead and admit Blaise to the psych ward.
“You don’t understand Draco, Hermione could be anywhere, anything could happen, she could try to take her life again and nobody would be there to stop her,” Blaise said dejectedly as he slumped down in a close by chair.
Draco rolled his eyes, leave it to Blaise to go for the dramatics, “Isn’t there a clock or what not, that the queen Weasel had, to keep track of her offspring?” Draco had come across the clock at one of their secret Order meetings. Make no mistake he wasn’t friends with the Weasel family, but he tolerated them enough to help in the downfall of the ‘Dark Lord’.
Blaise jumped up with a newly found hope, “You’re an absolute genius, let’s go.”
“Does this mean you expect me to follow you to that hovel?” Draco turned around to see his friend already halfway down the hallway, and sighed, “I guess it does.”
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOYours Truly, AimeeBass
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Affliction
Chapter Four: A Wizards Wise Words
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An hour later found Hermione Granger in stolen healer robes, looking into an old local tavern, called the ‘Little Dipper’. Her stomach growled as the delicious aroma of sausages and eggs filled the air around her.
She realized then that she hadn’t eaten anything in a little over two days, she watched as an older waitress placed a platter of food before a young couple.
The couple looked so young, they had to be fresh out of Hogwarts, but even with their youth, one could tell they were hopelessly in love. It just proved that love knows no age; love doesn’t wait for you to grow up, it merely takes your heart and wraps it up in illusions.
She watched as the couple shared gentle touches, and private smiles, lost in their own little world, and she realized that she and Ron never had that at their age. They had a war, which they happened to be right in the middle of and Hermione wasn’t naïve enough to discount that the war caused them to seek comfort in each other.
They also had the title of the golden trio; Harry Potter’s best friends, everyone expected Ron and her to marry, and they did. Too many expectations were pushed on them at such a young age, but she took them in stride. She didn’t want expectations; she wanted to be hopelessly in love and with Ron, she thought she had been.
She felt a few tears blaze a trail down her cheeks but she didn’t bother to wipe them. The wind picked up around her, but she didn’t bother to pull her coat tighter, all she could do was gaze in at the couple now feeding each other, she didn’t even feel the hand resting on her shoulder.
“Excuse me miss?” Hermione jumped, not realizing how close this person was to her.
“I’m sorry to startle you, but are you alright?” Said an older wizard, she smiled and nodded, trying to wipe the remaining tears away.
He reached in his cloak pocket and handed her an old tattered handkerchief, “Here you are miss, a beauty like yourself shouldn’t be crying,” he smiled.
She took the handkerchief and gave him a small watery smile, “Thank you.” He pulled her gently over to a nearby bench and sat down, “Now tell me miss, what has gotten you so down?”
Hermione stared unblinkingly at the older wizard; she didn’t know him and found it strange that he would try to comfort a complete stranger. He looked familiar to her, however; although she was sure that she had never seen a head full of curly grey hair like his before in her life, his nose was much too small for his face and his strong jaw seemed to draw attention to the deep scar running from the edge of his jaw to his neck.
But what drew familiarity from him were his eyes, his warm honey eyes rimmed with shades of violet, blue and grey. She knew she had seen them somewhere before, maybe in a dream or maybe in a painting, she didn’t know.
What she did know was his eyes; those eyes filled with so much knowledge, relaxed her and made her feel younger and at ease.
The ease she felt around him was rare to her, she hadn’t felt this relaxed and calm since she was a little girl and all of this from the familiarity of his eyes.
She suddenly wanted to know this man and for him to know her but she felt as if she already knew him, but from where?
She shook her head knocking her thoughts back into the deep and dark crevices of her mind, “I don’t want to bore you with my depressing story, but thank you for the handkerchief,” she held out the handkerchief for him to take, but this time he shook his head.
“No you keep it, but I wonder why you would think I would bore, it looks to me that you need a friend right now, I know how it feels to be lonely,” the older man gave her a gentle smile of encouragement.
She started to twist the handkerchief in her lap, questioning if she should really tell him. In the end she figured that she really did need a friend, and since he didn’t know her, he couldn’t really judge her. She’d just tell him the short version.
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“What the do you mean, you can’t locate her.” Blaise growled.
The Healer tried not to shy away from the very enraged young man, but as the conversation continued he was finding it very hard not to make a dash for his office.
“You have my sincerest apologies Mr. Zabini, the medi-witch that was assigned to keep track of Mrs. Hermione Weasley will be talked to, and disciplined as the head of her department sees fit.”
“So let me get this straight,” Blaise said while slowly advancing on the feeble healer in front of him, “You are going to TALK to this medi-witch and then her department head will discipline her?” Blaise was not amused, in fact far from it, after the amount of money his family donated to this hospice after the war for rebuilding, an apology and a slap on the wrist was not enough for losing his best friend.
“She was on suicide watch! I don’t want the brainless watch dog twit of yours to be ‘spoken to’; I want Hermione Weasley found now!”
The healer put his hands in his pocket to stop them from trembling, “I understand, Mr. Zabini, but right now all we can do is alert the authorities of a missing person.”
“You go and alert these, so called authorities. And every witch. Wizard. Healer. Medi-wizard. Patient. And the guest of each patient in this hospital of the search, I want everyone in this building whom can stand, walk, hop, crawl or roll looking for Hermione Weasley, or I’ll tie this place up in so much legal tape you won’t be able to diagnose a cold without the Wizengamot. On. Your. Di-.”
“Sir, that’s not possible, we have other patients whom are very sick as well, we are short staffed as it is, we can’t risk our healers for a search,” the healer sputtered.
Draco decided to step in; Blaise had called him as soon as he got back to find Granger AWOL. He and Granger may not have been friends, but he saw how protective Blaise was over the girl, and decided to be there to keep Blaise in-check and out of Azkaban, he could already see Blaise was very close to killing the poor guy, the poor healer was already close to tears, he decided then to speed up the process so they could get the hell out of there.
“Look Healer… whatever your name is, I don’t think you understand the magnitude of this situation, you guys have lost a patient on suicide watch, Hermione Weasley, other known as Hermione ‘Golden girl’ Granger, best friend of Harry Potter, wife of Ronald Weasley, war hero that had a hand in the defeat of the dark lord, also best friend of the guy whose money rebuilt half of this hospital, Blaise Zabini, and I’m Draco Malfoy no need for further introductions,” he said with an-oh-so-superior smirk.
The ill-fated fated healer’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head, he knew that she was a friend of the Zabini’s, however he didn’t know this Hermione Weasley was the one and only Hermione Granger, and with the names of Malfoy, Zabini and Harry Potter protecting her, he knew that this situation was far from good. With his mind made up, he toddled back towards his office, retrieved his things and tacked up a letter of his resignation to the door. He always wanted to visit Bora-Bora, now he would get to live there.
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“I just can’t believe he would do this to me, you know? Just when I thought my life was coming together, it was really just starting to fall apart.” Hermione sobbed. “He hurt me so bad,” she breathed, “I just wish I never met him.”
Hermione ran her finger through her hair, completely at a loss. She didn’t know what to think anymore, she was just tired of the pain and it did not help one bit that her traitorous mind kept reminding her that this was only the beginning.
“Sometimes the memories are worth the pain, Hermione.” He reminded her, “If you never met him you would be missing out on so much.”
Hermione sighed defeated, “I know, you’re right. It just that each move I made in his direction just paved my way faster to disaster.”
The older wizard, she recently came to know as Ignatio Whitehorn, sighed and nodded his head in understanding, it was such a shame that this young intelligent witch, had to go through this. He knew how she felt, he went through something quite similar in his day, but it ended up in his beloved’s death and his everlasting heart ache.
“What you must understand Hermione, is that war changes people, after war, your childhood friends can turn into a distant acquaintance and prior distant acquaintances can turn into blooming friendships.”
Hermione shook her head, “You don’t understand Ron, Harry and I made a vow to be best friends forever…. we’re our own family, I mean we were our own family” she finished weakly.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, and I’m not exactly saying that this is what happened to you, I’m merely saying that this… Ron guy… maybe isn’t the person he was when you fell in love with anymore.”
Hermione snorted, “There is no maybe, he’s definitely not the same guy.”
Ignatio stood up to leave, “Well, then maybe, you aren’t the same gal. Maybe you should take some time to find out what this new Hermione likes and dislikes, and in time you might actually end up liking her.” And with those parting words he offered a small smile a friendly nod of the head and walked away, leaving the brightest witch of her age to contemplate his words.
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“Blaise you have to calm down, blowing up St. Mungo’s isn’t going to find Granger.” Draco had been watching Blaise pace the corridors of ward forty-nine for over an hour. After the first ten minutes of pacing and talking to himself, Draco started to wonder if he should go ahead and admit Blaise to the psych ward.
“You don’t understand Draco, Hermione could be anywhere, anything could happen, she could try to take her life again and nobody would be there to stop her,” Blaise said dejectedly as he slumped down in a close by chair.
Draco rolled his eyes, leave it to Blaise to go for the dramatics, “Isn’t there a clock or what not, that the queen Weasel had, to keep track of her offspring?” Draco had come across the clock at one of their secret Order meetings. Make no mistake he wasn’t friends with the Weasel family, but he tolerated them enough to help in the downfall of the ‘Dark Lord’.
Blaise jumped up with a newly found hope, “You’re an absolute genius, let’s go.”
“Does this mean you expect me to follow you to that hovel?” Draco turned around to see his friend already halfway down the hallway, and sighed, “I guess it does.”
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOYours Truly, AimeeBass